Sometimes I look out at all the cars passing by. I really look at them, in them – their drivers, their passengers, their dogs and their fighting syblings. Instead of the blur of metal and glass, I see the singularity; as if time slows to a gentle walk instead of the warp speed that marks the majority of our days.
I get lost in the stories that each of these people must have. At the very moment that I am looking at them are they going through a soul wrenching crisis? Is he just about to ask her to marry him even though he is sure she’ll say no? Is she one stroke of genius away from solving the spiritual and mathematical equation in her head that will bring all questions in from the fog in to the calm stillness of knowing?
I can really get lost trying to get my head around the enormity of the lives on this planet; all the places gone, deeds done, shame earned, love realized, days numbered, pictures taken, smiles broken, hearts in flight. Then I wonder – somewhat arrogantly I suppose – if I am alone in trying to grasp the scope of our story in it’s entirety, not the dogmatic or fanatical belief systems that we subscribe to but the bigger picture; the picture that isn’t concerned with sociological, religious and even spiritual rules. The picture that lacks no color, no many, no one.
What a picture that is, what a story it is.
